You set the snakes loose inside my belly.
They’re done with my supper.
They start on my endocrine lining.
You said, “Please stop your whining!”
This isn’t a love song,
I’m through writing those for you
All the while you claimed
The ghost in you lives, but it’s dead.
It’s inside my head
And all that I know is that it’s midnight
And you haven’t called.

Oh, when you sigh, and you cry,
I figured you probably lie
And I’m here waiting.
And all I can see, if it’s anyone fooled
Then it’s probably me and I’m here waiting
And all that I know is that it’s midnight
And you haven’t called.
And that I see is that it’s midnight
And you haven’t called.
All that I know is that I’m left with frustation
And this hyperactive imagination of mine.

I would love to lay all my faith in you
Why can’t I let fate have its way with me?
I would love to but it’s over, it’s over, it’s over.
You say you’re at Mother’s, but do you mean lover’s?
Are you in the amorous arms of another?
It chills every bone in me, straight to the core of me.
Your girlfriend concurs with you, is she your alibi?
How did you get that sweet little girl to lie?
Meanwhile I’m here waiting.

And all that I know is that it’s midnight
And you haven’t called.
And that I see is that it’s midnight
And you haven’t called.
All that I know is that I’m left with frustation
And this hyperactive imagination of mine.
I would love to lay all my faith in you
Why can’t I let fate have its way with me?
I would love to place all my trust in you
Why can’t I ’cause it’s over, it’s over,
It’s over again!

This isn’t a love song,
I’m through writing those for you
All the while you claimed
The ghost in you lives, but it’s dead.
It’s inside my head
And all that I know is that it’s midnight
And you haven’t called.